Moved. New job (husband). Homeschool (Ian). Me. Mom. Doing everything and nothing. Making it up. Healing and crashing so hard. Lost. Open. Humble. It’s hot. It’s dry. It’s not as friendly as I thought it would be. And there’s incredible beauty and instant friends and night swimming. Ian and I took these photos. We take […]Read Post ›
We were supposed to travel to Michigan for the holidays. Instead, we are moving to Palm Desert, so this Christmas will be surrounded with boxes and big feelings, and we will, hopefully, be moving into our first home on New Year’s Day, which also happens to be Ian’s fifth birthday. I hadn’t been feeling the […]Read Post ›
My second time as their doula and pregnancy/birth photographer (here’s chapter one). I adore their free range spirit and organic love for each other.
Ian journals at school, and he’s been so into it, we decided to buy journals for home, too. Ian has one, I have one, daddy has one. The idea was to journal every day, and we’ve done it maybe four times. Still, we’re sitting down, not kicking a ball or throwing pillows. I’m in heaven. […]Read Post ›
A doula as photographer. A promised midwife as doula. A promised midwife as new mother (for the fifth time). A mother midwife who guides us all. We were on a tropical island as mama made her own waves, listening to ocean sounds from an iphone with a ceiling fan as the breeze. The birth was […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 